In the 12-13. Century Frankish farmers settled the area now known as Ore Mountains, which was then covered by a dark forest called "Miriquidi". Although mining has already easily operated, in 1491 by Schreckenberg (649 m / sth. like Terror mountain) began the so-called "Berggeschrey" after Caspar Nietzel joined near the upper Frohnauer mill to a rich silver gear. Already in 1496 came at the behest of the Saxon Lord George the Bearded on the opposite bank of the Sehma the then "New Town on Schreckenberg", then renamed in St. Annaberg in 1501. The city was given the right to mint in 1498. At the same mountain was coined the "Schreckenberger", which was cash in the Holy Roman Empire of German Nation (lat. Sacrum Romanum Imperium Nationis Germanicæ).

At the summit there is an artificial ruin, where a tower stands out strikingly seen in the distance. From 1854 to 1856 it was built by unemployed and day laborers in a kind of job action by initiative of rich people of Annaberg.

If you are on the Schreckenberg, you have a good view to Annaberg. Between that elevation and the "Schottenberg" (sth. like Scottish mountain) the village Frohnau stretches, that was incorporated in 1996 into the district town Annaberg-Buchholz.

Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.Text by Steve Smith.

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